Archive for the ‘Life’ Category

Langston Walker is 6-foot-8 and 345 pounds. He majored in economics at Cal. He plays football now for the Oakland Raiders.

He also lived opposite my door in Clark Kerr. As a Division I football player, I would see him rarely. He spent most of his time at practice, in class, or with tutors. Most of the time I did see him, he would be in my dorm suite mock-chocking the gymnasts I lived with. I never understood that, but they seemed to enjoy it. But I what I remember most is the heinous stench of his giant shoes.

He said this in a recent Sacramento Bee article:

“I bring a book for the plane ride,” Walker said. “Something that’s educational, something that will expand my mind.”

Such talk causes running back Justin Fargas to ask Walker, “Are you serious?”

Walker is very serious about reading. The last book he finished before leaving for Baltimore was “Freakonomics,” an alternative look at economics by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner.

Caveh Zadeh, maker of the new film I Am a Sex Addict, shares

I recently met a writer of some repute who had been in the army during the first Gulf War. We got to talking about the film and he was moved to share some of his own prostitute experiences. He told me that the U.S. military provides prostitutes for its troops, and that the prostitutes in question are paid for with tax dollars.

I had never heard of such a thing, but then again, I don’t know a lot of people in the military. Still, I was shocked to hear it. It’s one thing for the U.S. government to tolerate American soldiers having sex with prostitutes, it’s quite another thing for the U.S. government to actually pay for it.

I couldn’t help thinking of the far right’s perpetual attempts to cut arts funding in this country, and their insistence that the arts should be funded exclusively by private philanthropic organizations. In that case, perhaps the far right should set up private philanthropic organizations to provide complimentary hookers to our military personnel as well.

I remember visiting my friend Johanna in Hamburg and having dinner with her, her boyfriend, and his friend. The friend was very talkative and engaging. He asked a lot of questions about the nuances of English, which I was pleased to answer. That’s always fun, thinking about aspects of your language as an outsider.

Anyhow, over dinner he started railing into me about U.S. foreign policy and America’s atrocities. Living in France a year, I developed a tough skin and came to terms with my sliver of responsibility for what the U.S. government does and has done in the world. He didn’t seem to accept this. He kept extending his list, as if I had something to do with it.

He told me that the U.S. ran brothels in Vietnam for the troops. This I didn’t know, and didn’t quite believe. This post from Caveh reminded me of it and I looked into it. This article on Reference.com about Comfort Women claims it to be so. It’s clearly a copy of a Wikipedia article, but the current Wikipedia article makes no mention. Evidently, there’s some dispute over the facts. This other article from a questionable source is probably most responsible in saying, “Allegedly, there were also brothels for the use of U.S. soldiers inside certain camps during the Vietnam War.”

I’m guessing they did, which is bad, but not the worst thing ever in war. The German friend disagreed, saying something to the effect of “it’s the worst war crime in the 20th century.” I was stupified, as were my friend and her boyfriend. She cried.

On April 29, 1992, deadly rioting that claimed 54 lives and caused $1 billion in damage erupted in Los Angeles after a jury in Simi Valley acquitted four Los Angeles police officers of almost all state charges in the videotaped beating of Rodney King.

I remember watching the courtroom on TV and marveling that it was the same place as I had recently contested a traffic ticket and years prior got a tour by D.A.R.E. I remember leaving my bedroom when the verdict was announced and working on some project in the house. I ran back in later to something and the TV was still on. I glanced over and was bewildered by a bird’s eye view of Reginald Denny getting beaten in the middle of an intersection.

Parkour

January 8th, 2006 No Comments

Watch these videos:

This is Parkour and here’s how to do it.

Watching the videos, especially the first one, plays with one’s rigid conception of urban architecture. e.g. “walls are for dividing” and “stairs are for stepping up”. It was particularly impactful for me as Friday night I watched The Pianist, with awesome imagery of an European urban expanse reconfigured and then destroyed by war. Walls with great wholes in them make the category “wall” leaky.

Couple quotes

December 30th, 2005 No Comments

from recent AWADs that I liked:

Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it. -Christopher Morley, writer (1890-1957)

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person. -William Somerset Maugham, writer (1874-1965)

by the by, I realize that my “Ramblings of a Supple Sort” aren’t ramblings at all, or haven’t been in ages. I think the “my blog” meme has died out, at least for me. For anyone who’s interested in my public digital presence, please refer to my Furl stream.

Baba knows

November 13th, 2005 2 Comments

Only that in you which is me can hear what I’m saying. — Baba Ram Dass

Very cog sci.

Aldous, I love ya but…

November 13th, 2005 1 Comment

The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude. -Aldous Huxley, novelist (1894-1963)

…I have to disagree. Don’t worry, I’m still giving your name to my firstborn.

Traffic cop pity

July 26th, 2005 No Comments

In case you were wondering, in Oakland leaving the following note on your windshield will not prevent a $48 fine being place over it.
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It’s a good thing I learned from Craig today that “people are OK”, because it gave me something on which to recenter myself on my walk home from BART.

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A man said to the universe: “Sir I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”
-Stephen Crane, writer (1871-1900)